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My mind is finally clearing
What is this sound I`m hearing?
Chainsaws on bone and gristle
Carving out a new epistle
I`ve got my pencil sharpened
I will not be disheartened
I won`t be disenchanted
Even though the news is slanted
Face the nation
Face the nation
Face the nation
I see you shaping nooses
Sixty minutes of excuses
Airwaves and wire service
Trying to make me nervous
Your problem`s overrated
Your headaches are inflated
No talk now, only chatter
Little chipmunk, what`s the matter?
Face the nation
Face the nation
Face the nation
I`m entertaining notions
Propelled by raw emotions
Put down your Time and Newsweek
Listen to me when I speak
There is no pulse to finger
No waves of grain to bring her
No purple mountain story
And no epoch of glory